Lying underground,Â
blond hair on white pillow,
fingernails and hairÂ
still growing after death,
I awaken in my coffin,Â
gasping for air,Â
clawing through silk,Â
through wood,Â
through dirt,
summoned backÂ
by your heartbreak.
But you, so selfishÂ
in your sadness,
forgot where I layÂ
when you called me back,
and assumed my time awayÂ
was filled with sorrow.
